Not too long ago, a woman named Joanne decided her most sincere wish was to be a writer. But each time she started to write her first book, it seemed like forces…
So, I know it's been 80,000 years since I've written here. But I have a really good excuse. I was making you mugs. Hand-crafted, one pixel at a time, on…
I think about quitting Ashtanga four or five times a year. "That's all?" said my teacher. The presumption being that most of us think about quitting all the time. And…
This Thursday, December 9, I'm going to be reading something at Adobe Books in San Francisco. But I don't know what! Haiku? Essay? Dramatic reading of OkCupid emails? What should…
Also, new Dear @nna column out today, appropriately on how to deal with people who self-promote too much. Ah hum. Excerpt: "The basic concept of self-promotion is that even if…
Glamour Shots, 1994 - Back story HERE There's no reason to post that picture of me as a twelve-year-old Texan prostitute here, I've just been listening to a lot of…
I'm stealing the title from Jami because it still makes me laugh. Short version of the story: She was drunk texting a dude and he asked if she was having…
Things that happened to me this week, not organized very well, and with self-indulgent references to nothing! At SF Weekly, I gave advice on how to shame your friends into…